the last day of summer

grace some mustard and chilli

Friday, September 26, 2008

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some say baki

Thursday, September 25, 2008

i read your heaviest words.
taking it upon me. and yourself, to feel for me.
to share that bit of pain that cannot possibly lessen mine, though you knew.
if you chance by again one day like you used to,
would it be too much to ask for a smile?
that smile you radiate with a twinkle in those bright eyes,
that only you and your infectious laughter can own.
that thing you do.

i saw your endearing photographs.
the faces so familiar, almost dangerously and easily, neglected.
they almost moved in the still of the screen,
in an imaginary motion that creeps into my skin, through those ribs,
and i felt that from down my spine, like a gun shot up the back of my neck.
a quick throb on my head.
my brains seem to suddenly function once more.
like you telegraphed a post-it,
pasted it carefully next to my bed. slightly slanted.

i recalled the things you like to say.
i tried to imagine what you would tell me if you are here,
next to me like before.
its the only way to make it all easier to fall back to sleep.
easier to behave like a child you thought of me.
that impulsive, impatient, feisty and nonchalant snob.
we always have a lot to talk about,
we used to talk about strangers and people who didnt matter.
now the subjects matter the hearts, ours.

i listened to a song you like.
that tune that makes every eye tear.
but i can only remember your smiles,
and they make mine.

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depiction

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

the intermediate between black and white,
of ashes, of the skies that remind us of the storms,
of tiresome exchange of pangs, of the un-colored time(s).

amongst,
the prized manifestations of pigmented instants,
almost countable. how can one not be greedy?

but indispensable.

an ignorance of time, just sandwiched in the zion of my trusty clouds.
and keeping out of that kitchen crowded with cooks.

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just tired

Monday, September 15, 2008

wonder what makes them so worn and torn.

i will save you the sappy details.

the attention span fused up into smokes,
incapable of being grasped by any pair or one hand.

he spots the desire, gushes for it, gulps and induces too quick.
short of breath, and time to digest.
the beautiful gem of his desire comes back out,
against the flow and single way traffic through his teeth,
grinds past the tongue, and that Someone's finger,
that is still sticking into his throat.
a gem no more that he fancies no longer,
flat on the soil without character,
the fragrance becomes a foul stench that he frowns upon.
wipes his lips now, to rid any remains that linger,
to destroy any tinge of memories of his folly,
his forgetfulness, his anxiety and his impatience.
they all led him to take one deadly dive.
he knows still. he knew and was told to sip and savor,
read the gem like a quarter glass of burgundy wine,
like a riddled poem, like he has a lifetime to decipher it,
like it exclusively but unconditionally belongs to him and nobody else,
like an endless beauty.
one that can move a pair of iceberg to tears.

he is just tired now and cannot wait to shut both eyes.
sleeping this away is not an alternative, it is the only next move.
don't attempt to tell him that he is not right.
don't try to persuade for his second thought, just dont.

he will wake, maybe with an ache in his head.
but he will spot fresh steps to make this right.
in his own ways, for his own light, answering to his own pride.
he will, and you should lay away.

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gold

Friday, September 12, 2008

the ring that binds a belief to withstand the weather and climate.
in gold it was built in sheer faith, trust and yes, words.
too many alphabets yet too hard to be forgotten.
the brain that couldnt stop working for a waking second.
the eyes that seek for a turn, a mouse-click, a word, anything.
the heart that beats in a healthier rate now.

the pair of gold that awaits to be reunited.
for a last time. the favorite number of yours truly.

how the question marks became blanks to be filled,
and now, just trust in the things and words that matters, still.
her door was opened after a long while.
left ajar.

10052008. YOURS.

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letting me go

Thursday, September 11, 2008

a place where it all happens.

i will miss toca me.

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sobreviviente

Sunday, September 07, 2008

the instances of shutting and opening her eyelids for a number of days she cant bear to count.
lately, it doesnt quite matter if its day or night, dim or bright.
on the contrary she is no longer confused about the shape of time,
or the weather, the outdoors, the time elapse.

she has been waking up to a strain almost impossible to define,
and sleeping away the sore of a procrastination, overdue. hers.
the butterflies in her womb fidgeting like defenseless snails,
have all lost their nerves to the abuse of time.

the fighter she lives to live up to the name of.
that place in an unknown dimension, padlocked without a key.
she musters a forced strength to scare the darkness off a distance.
persistent, stubborn, invincible.

an empty bag waiting to be packed.
a ticket standing in the mail.
her half brewed dream on the line.
a long distance race, in the dark.

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second chance

Friday, September 05, 2008

it was not so hard to see what would be headed our way.
however thick the fog might have been, we were just able to,
look beyond all that craze. we were amazed, but they were not too amused.
and till today, not one cheerleader at your back. but me.
there was no way you would allow yourself to be swayed.
not by my wobbly pair of feet even. that stubborn you, and still.
only this time 'twice shy with higher stakes', in the message you typed.
yes indeed and how we felt so strongly to walk against all odds.
sealed with a kiss, almost effortless to not have half a doubt.
how beautiful and special a fairy tale composed with deadly twists and turns,
but an ending no one can get close to denying us of.
the way we have written it will be, the only way we want it.

words connected but elaborated us.

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